Percy got out of the shower and sighed. She felt rather calm, all things considered. But she decided to embrace it before it was gone again.

She quickly changed into some shorts and a tank top. She threw a flannel over her tank top and went downstairs to help Alfred.

"What can I help with?" She asked, walking into the kitchen.

Alfred had decided to just make the small lunch a rather large dinner, instead.

"Well, the potatoes need to be mashed still, and the salad put together. But that won't take me all that long," Alfred said.

"And with me doing one of them, it will go even faster. I'll make the salad," Percy said, moving to grab the vegetables that Alfred had already placed in the sink.

She rinsed them, and started to cut them up to make a nice salad.

Alfred sighed, "you're very good at getting to help."

"Yep. I chose my questions well, and leave no room for arguments," Percy said. She had to, in order to be able to lead armies to war. Even if they were armies of children.

She nicked her finger when that thought crossed her mind, but simply moved to rinse her hands off, and let the water heal her small wound.

She dried her hand and simply went back to cutting, not seeing the butler who had been watching her at that exact moment.

She finished the salad, and set it in the cart that Alfred used. Then she placed plates, cups, and silverware on it as well.

"Miss Percy, we only need four plates, not five," Alfred said.

"Are you sure?" Percy asked, smirking a little at the butler.

Alfred raised an eyebrow. Then there was a knock at the door. His other eyebrow joined the other.

Percy left to answer the door.

"You're good, in ways that I can't seem to figure out," Alfred said, as he followed her to the door.

Jason raised an eyebrow, at Percy who answered the door.

"I beat him to the door," Percy said, answering the unasked question.

Jason looked behind her, and saw Alfred standing there, "Master Todd, I'm surprised."

Percy laughed, and moved out of the crime boss's way, letting him inside.

"Well, after the sparring match she had with the demon, I had to come," Jason said.

"Tim sent it to you too?" Percy asked.

"No, he live streamed it to me and Bruce," Jason said, smirking at the girl. She's clever.

"That will be some fun questions," Percy said, rolling her eyes.

Jason raised an eyebrow at that comment.

"Bruce and I were sparring before the match with Damon. He'll probably ask about how I was able to even stand, since he was dead tired by the time we stopped,"

"You sparred with Bruce?" Jason asked.

"Yeah. I've faced bigger," Percy said, waving her hand. Then she walked back to the kitchen and finished the potatoes, as Alfred went to tell Bruce that Jason would be joining them for dinner.

Jason went to find the other two, and found them lounging in the living room, though, Tim was on his laptop, and Damon was cleaning his katanas.

"She's very well trained," Jason said, sitting on the couch with them.

"Called it," Damon said, smirking down at his katanas as he said so.

"How'd you figure that anyway?" Tim asked.

"She went to wake me up this morning, and I threw a knife at her," Damon said.

"You did what?" Jason asked.

"In my defense, she knocked as she opened the door, giving me no time to respond," Damon said.

"Well, obviously she didn't get hurt," Tim said, looking at Jason with pinched brows.

"She caught the knife by the handle, less than an inch from her nose. She set it on my dresser, like she was used to it. Then she told me breakfast was ready and left," Damon said.

"You didn't ask anything?" Tim asked.

"I did at breakfast. She said that was not the first time something was thrown at her, the first time she didn't move in time," Damon said.

"What was thrown at her?" Jason asked.

"She said she was nine. It was a broken beer bottle," Damon said, meeting Jason's eyes.

"Her first stepdad, that she's happy about him 'disappearing,' right?" Jason asked.

Damon nodded, "you think she did something to him?"

"No, but I think she knows why he disappeared," Jason said.

Damon hummed.

"Anyway, I'm going to go see where she's at," Jason said, standing back up.

"She was helping Alfred in the kitchen, so check there first," Tim said, watching him closely.

Neither of the boys missed the jump in his step as he left the room.

"He's rather comfortable around her," Tim said.

"She's rather similar to him," Damon said, raising an eyebrow.

"True. But still a bit softer," Tim said.

"True. But I can definitely say that her grey streak didn't come about the same way his did," Damon said.

"How'd you figure that?" Tim asked.

"She doesn't have the same air around her as those who have been brought back from the dead do, like when I was with the League," Damon said, as he put his clean katanas back in their sheathes.

"That's good," Tim said.

"Makes you wonder how she got it," Damon said, looking at the door.
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Sure enough, Jason found Percy cleaning the dishes in the kitchen. But he wasn't expecting the tank top she was wearing, with the flannel now around her waist, to reveal so many scars.

"What the fuck!?" He shouted, making her jump a little.

She turned around and looked at him confused. Her eyes widened, as she realized he can see through the mist.

"Don't ask. And if you tell Bruce, you'll regret it," Percy said, glaring at the man in front of her.

"Is all of that from your stepdad?" Jason asked, quieting down a little.

"No, those scars are well disguised under these ones," Percy said, going back to her dishes.

"They look like you were whipped, multiple times, stabbed, and clawed even, and then some," Jason said, his voice rising again.

"Not that far off, honestly. It's part of why I can't eat that much. Though, it's way better than it was," Percy said.

"You were tortured," Jason said, his facial expression going blank.

"Yeah. But it's nothing to worry about right now. It's mostly dealt with, anyway," Percy said.

"Mostly, she says," Jason said, glaring at her back as if the marks physically offended him.

"You sleep well after being killed?" Percy asked.

"You said you're grey streak wasn't from anything like that," Jason said.

"And it's not. I already had the streak by then. But that doesn't mean I haven't died, before," Percy said.

"What!?" Jason asked through gritted teeth, and clenched fists.

"Every time the guy doing this killed me, he'd rewind time, and do it again," Percy muttered.

Jason still heard her, "how is that even possible?"

"Everyone has things they don't like to talk about. So, please, drop this," Percy said, turning to look at him.

Jason sucked in a breath, but nodded, "for now. When it isn't so fresh."

"Thanks," she said, putting her flannel back on. She cleaned the last dish as Alfred rejoined them.

"Master Todd, Master Wayne would like to talk to you before you leave," Alfred said, surprised to see Jason in the kitchen.

Jason hummed, but didn't say anything else about that command. He then walked out of the kitchen, and back to the living room.

"You found her?" Tim asked.

"Yeah. She was cleaning dishes in the kitchen," Jason said, starring at the fire place.

Tim and Damon shared a look. Something clearly happened, but neither asked anything further.

Soon enough, Bruce came down and the group made their way to the table to get ready to eat dinner. They found Percy, wearing her flannel again, with a table of food in front of her.

"I told Alfred you guys were on your way here. So he didn't need to worry about bothering to get you all," Percy said, swirling a cup of water in her hand.

The group sat down and tucked into their dinner, no questions to be heard.